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Hello and welcome. I am LORD GOD PANTOKRATOR, and this is my first
attempt at an erotic story. It's an erotic fantasy yarn set in a world
of my own devising, and if it's well-received, I'll probably write
more. If you like it, tell me! Please direct comments to
lordgodpantokrator@hotmail.com. Enjoy!

The Asuran Chronicles: The Priestess of Kurus
(m/f, m/ff, inc., exhib., voy., fantasy)
by LORD GOD PANTOKRATOR

	My name is Taspion of Narimo. Since I was young, I have had a special
power: I am touched by Asura, the goddess of love. She is not merely
the goddess of love, or lust, but the spirit that brings about the
connection of all things. A powerful, ancient goddess, her priesthood
was destroyed centuries ago. I was one of the few that remained, an
Asuran, a wandering priest of peace and passion.
	During my last journey, I found myself spending a summer in the
northern lands of Ambrand. I knew little enough of the place, except
that I had an old friend in the city of Horrig, and so I found myself
a few days away in a stagecoach inn called the Fat Pines.
	It was a nice enough place, fairly popular with the rough travelers
of the northern lands, though the cool stone walls did little to
dispel the dry summer heat. As I sat along the large pine bar nursing
my ale, a gorgeous blond warrior-woman sat down next to me. She was
dressed for the warm weather, in a small white blouse and a red skirt.
It was only the long, curved sword at her waist that betrayed her true
calling. The breezy outfit exposed her long, lightly tanned legs and
her slim waist. Her breasts jiggled slightly atop the blouse as she
sat down and gave me a little wink.
	I smiled and asked her name.
	"Mitiana," she said, in the Ambrand accent I had become familiar
with. "I am traveling to Senia, where the king is raising an army."
	"A mercenary, then?"
	She nodded and smiled, easy and predatory, and we spoke as she drank
a tall mug of ale. The conversation was pleasant and relaxing. The
woman had fought in many battles that she described in gory detail,
and she had been on the road for way too long, I judged from the way
she ground against her seat.
	I made the offer, and we were upstairs like a shot, kissing hungrily.
She tasted like sweet wine, and she kissed me with the desperation of
the long-denied. The room was small, with only a small bed, a rickety
chair and desk, and a faded tapestry showing the triumph of King
Tokrah slaying the Salt Dragon of Yrwyn. But it was enough for our
needs. Still kissing Mitiana, I moved toward the bed. She unbuttoned
my shirt and kissed my neck, then pushed me onto the bed. As I kicked
off my boots, she loosed her blond hair, which fell across her
shoulders in a shimmering wave.
	With a sly smile, she fell to her knees and unlaced my cotton pants,
pulling out my erection. I was already hard as steel - two weeks
traveling the forests, avoiding bandits, goblins and worse had left me
in a terrible state. I groaned as she began stroking my cock, and
pulled her toward me, kissing and running my hands through her hair.
Her hands were rough and strong, though she handled me gently and
skillfully until I was gasping against her lips.
	She pulled her hands away, making me gasp, and stepped back, her hips
swaying lustily. She turned around and pulled off her clothes,
dropping them in a red and white pile in the corner of the room. Her
curved sword hit the ground with a clang.
	I studied her as I pulled off my pants. She was gorgeous, with a
well-muscled back and a round, teardrop-shaped ass that jiggled just
right. She turned around with another sexy sway of her hips, and I saw
that her breasts were everything I could have hoped for, large and
round, very pale. As she approached me, I pulled her down beside me,
kissing her again as I lowered her onto the soft bed.
	"It's been too long," she whispered as I kissed her chin, then moved
lower to nibble on her neck and kiss her breasts.
	"For me too," I said as I took a pink nipple into my mouth. The woman
gasped, her hips bucking in the air. I ran one hand through her silky
hair, enjoying the sounds she made, as the other hand slid lower
across her tight abdomen to her silky pubic hair. I touched her pussy
and found it drenched, then parted her lips with two fingers as I
kissed her throat.
	"Oh, that's so good," the woman hissed, her fists clenching the
cotton blanket. Her body was already soaked in sweat, as was mine.
	"This'll be better," I said, kissing Mitiana and sliding a finger
into her twat, my thumb rubbing along her clit. She shuddered, her
fingers running through my wet hair as I began to slide my finger in
and out of her.
	She was already drenched when I entered her with my finger, and she
grew wetter as I continued to pump, sliding a second finger into her
dripping snatch as my thumb hummed over her clit. She started to gasp
and shudder, but as the approached orgasm I eased off, pushing my
finger along the front of the inside of her pussy. As she calmed, I
started moving more vigorously, then eased off again as she started to
shake and moan.
	"Dammit, stop teasing me and fuck me," she hissed, grabbing my hand
and forcing my fingers deep into her.
	I swung above her, and started to run two fingers over her clit. She
edged close to another orgasm, and I parted her legs. Kissing her
again, I wrapped my hands into her hair and slid my cock into her. She
cried out against my lips and pushed back against me, until my cock
was buried completely. I started to thrust hard into her, my face
buried in her hair, enjoying the feel of her wet, slippery body
against mine. I grabbed her breasts as I rose up, continuing to fuck
her.
	She came with a scream, her pussy growing so tight for a moment I
struggled to maintain control, then relaxed. I slowed my pace, kissing
her cheek as she breathed hard.
	"Mmm, you're good," she breathed. With a dancer's deliberateness, she
carefully raised one leg past my face, then down, so she was on her
side, her strong thighs squeezing my cock, my stomach resting against
her round butt. "Keep fucking me."
	I did so, thrusting hard, moving up and down to get an angle that she
liked. She groaned as I hit a good spot, and I started fucking harder
as she snaked a hand down to her clit and started frigging. I watched
her face, plastered with her straight blond hair. As I continued a
nice steady thrust, her face was first relaxed with post-orgasmic
bliss, then passionate and excited, then intense as another orgasm
fast approached.
	She came again, biting her fingers as I watched her breasts and ass
jiggle. Her leg uncoiled again, and I was again on top of her.
	"I don't know if I can take much more," Mitiana said. Her face glowed
with sweat, which I tasted as I leaned forward and licked her neck.
	 "Wrap your legs around me," I said. She did so, and I started to
thrust, taking my own pleasure. She gasped and squealed, and I savored
the feel of her tight pussy against my cock, and her slick breasts
bouncing beneath me. The woman relaxed, enjoying the sex without any
pressure to climax, as I fucked her.
	Soon, my orgasm approached. I kissed her again, thrusting slow and
deep, then spasmed as I came deep inside her. Mitiana sighed as my
seed gushed into her, wrapping her arms around me. My thrusts slowed,
then stopped, as I kissed the beautiful blond all over her neck and
lips.
	"Marvelous," she whispered. "Keep it inside of me. I can't remember
the last time it was that good."

*

	We made love again late at night, trying fun new positions, as I
fucked her from one orgasm to the next. I woke up alone, which didn't
surprise me - my bedroom skills didn't mean that the women stuck
around. What did surprise me were the screams coming from downstairs.
They weren't the usual cries of passion and celebration (it was too
late for that anyway), but screams of fear. When I heard the crash of
a falling table, I sprang to my feet, pulled on my pants, and yanked
my sword from its scabbard. I pushed open my door, tying up my pants
with one hand as I marched forward, my sword at the ready.
	Below, I heard another, even more hideous scream. I bounded down the
stairs and shouted in fury as I saw what was transpiring below.
Goblins had bashed their way into the inn. I could see a dozen of them
with a quick glance, and I could hear shouts from many more. As I
watched, one of the guards that protected the inn rushed forward and
swung his sword hard at the nearest goblin. The creature was shorter
than a man, but broad and strong, with long wiry arms and eyes that
burned yellow in the dim light.
	The goblins were obviously trained warriors, but this one was too
slow - the guard's sword bit deep into the creature's shoulder, nearly
severing the arm. The goblin fell, spurting blood.
	Not willing to wait any longer, I bounded down the stairs and swung
my sword down at the head of the nearest goblin. The beast wore no
helmet, and my Sharadish cut-and-thrust sword bit deep into its skull.
It fell like a stone. I stepped back, trying to see the larger picture
in the vicious melee.
	Most of the patrons had scattered or been killed, though a knot of
mercenaries were putting up a terrible fight near the bar, and several
heavily-armed merchant guards were fighting their way toward the door.
The innkeeper, I saw, was dead. His head had been dashed open, and he
lay still amidst blood and brains.
	As I watched, a full-figured peasant girl made a break for the door.
Two goblins grabbed her and tore off her simple clothing, then dragged
her away screaming.
	Despite the knots of fighting, many goblins roamed about the middle
of the large room, looking for plunder or to get in on the fights.
Three of them noticed me, apparently all at once, and charged.
	Knowing that if all three reached me I could not hold them back, I
readied myself to kill the first goblin before the other two could get
in range. The beast cut with its long, curved sword, but I stepped
back, simultaneously cutting with my own blade. His cut missed, mine
did not, and the goblin fell with a bloody gash across its chest.
	But the other two were fast. The first swung its axe down toward my
head. I parried, but that left my belly exposed, and I was forced to
twist around before the last goblin could disembowel me. Then both of
them were on me, slicing with their sharp weapons. I fell back,
parrying their wild but deadly cuts, hoping that an opening would come
before they backed me into the wall. Not seeing one, I took a chance
as one fell slightly behind. I lunged forward, simultaneously parrying
the goblin's wild sword-cut and running him through with a single
motion.
	But before I could drag my sword from the goblin's lung, its
companion bounded forward. I dodged the axe, though it was so close it
cut away a lock of my hair. Stepping back, I saw another rapidly
approaching.
	The fight so far had only lasted a few seconds, but I could see that
the merchant guards had escaped, replaced only by more goblins. I
started to edge toward the side door toward the stable. As I fell
back, I heard a shout in some unfamiliar language behind me, followed
by a single word in the Eastern tongue I knew, spoken in a
high-pitched voice that nonetheless rang with power: "Behold!"
	As one of the goblins came forward, it suddenly stopped, its axe
poised in mid-air. Its eyes glazed as if seeing things no being was
fit to see. Stepping around the beast's axe, I cut it across the
throat. It toppled backward, and the other goblin came forward as more
noticed the struggle. I parried the remaining goblin's attacks,
continuing my flight toward the stable.
	I felt a presence behind me and stepped to the side, but I saw a look
of fear in the goblin's eyes and knew that whoever was behind me was
not another one of the vile things. Before my foe could attack me
again, someone rushed past with a high-pitched scream, swinging a
sword down toward the goblin's throat. The blow would have cut the
goblin from shoulder to sternum, but it parried, its knees buckling.
	As I maneuvered around my sudden ally, I spared a momentary glance.
It was a girl, I saw - her figure was evident through the blue shift
she wore. Her hair was unbound and dark brown, rather wavy, and her
skin was tan and slick with sweat. She wielded one of the goblin's
curved swords, and carried the weapon with rather less skill than I
would have liked in an ally.
	The blood goblin recovered from the initial charge, then pushed hard,
flinging the girl back against the stone wall. But the attack left him
exposed and I lunged forward, aiming for his heart. I slipped on the
blood of a fallen goblin, but the attack still landed, biting deep
into the beast's leg. It screamed a curse in its crude language and
stumbled toward the girl, who swung her sword in a wild arc that
landed in the thing's neck. It fell to its knees, choking. The girl
landed two more blows, screaming in furious triumph.
	"Pheraia!" a voice behind me shouted - the one I had heard earlier
speaking the unfamiliar language. "We must leave!"
	At the sound of the ringing voice, the girl looked up from the bloody
ruin of the goblin. Despite her wild eyes and the black gore that ran
from her cheek and bare neck, I saw that she was very beautiful. Her
wavy brown hair hung over smoky blue eyes that burned with a warrior
spirit. Her face was beautiful, pleasantly round and sweet, and
well-tanned. Her body was curvaceous, but also toned and muscular like
that of an athlete. She held the curved sword in slender but muscled
arms, and I could see her firm thighs beneath the wet shift she wore.
	The girl saw me, then looked back toward the stable. I followed her
gaze and saw a girl who must have been first girl's sister: she was
younger and more slender, dressed in a plain white robe with a pack
slung over her shoulder. Her brown hair was straighter and shorter,
and her skin was pale. This girl's face was more angular, with a
pointed nose and delicate cheekbones, and she carried herself with an
almost regal confidence.
	But I could only look for a moment - I glanced back, and saw what I
feared: the remaining human warriors were dead or gone and several
goblins had noticed us. The girl with the sword - Pheraia, the other
one had called her - had already slipped into the stables. I followed
her as the goblins rushed forward.
	"Horses?" I asked the warrior-girl, looking around for any carriages.
This place was normally full of carriages and horses, but now it
appeared empty.
	"None," she said. Her voice shook.
	"Out the door," I shouted, waving them both forward. "We can't fight
them all."
	The two girls rushed out the open doors, the warrior moving quickly
and confidently but the smaller one picking her way along. I raised my
hand, concentrating on the spirit of my goddess. The stable door
slammed shut.
	"Faster!" I shouted as I glanced behind me. It took only a moment for
the goblins to beat the door down. "We need to reach the woods!"
	Outside only a few goblin soldiers loitered, most of them surrounding
a lushly-appointed carriage, stripping it of valuables. I waved the
girls forward, hoping that the monstrous warriors wouldn't bother to
pursue us.
	The three of us ran, Pheraia dragging the smaller girl along. At
least, I thought as I glanced behind me and saw a half-dozen goblins,
the vile things didn't have bows. We reached the edge of the forest,
and started running up the hill. I didn't even feel my legs ache,
though the two girls slowed down, and the smaller one wheezed
horribly, her pack bouncing against her chest. Still, their fear had
them making good time, and as we reached the halfway point of the
hill, I glanced behind me and saw that two of the goblins had dropped
out of the race.
	Two more had dropped out by the time we reached the top of the hill.
I looked down, studying the scene of ruin: the inn was entirely
surrounded by goblins. Some had started a fire atop the stables, which
was spreading quickly across the thatched roof. In the flickering red
light I saw a warrior in dark red armor, intricately worked with
whorls of gold - a knight of some sort. I had been told that they
ruled these lands. Upon the knight's head was a great helmet with a
golden crown, and worked into the breastplate was a symbol: a red
tower, riven with golden lightning in a gold circle. The knight was
mounted on a roan charger with similar armor, and hefted a mace that
burned with an unholy light.
	I looked back at the two girls, ready to continue my flight, but the
smaller girl had almost collapsed from exhaustion and fear. Realizing
that running further would only exhaust me more, I turned again and
faced the two advancing goblins.
	"We fight them now," I said to the warrior-girl. "We have the high
ground, and the little one is exhausted."
	Pheraia stepped forward nervously, looking down at the two monsters.
Her scimitar shook in her hand. Her sister stepped forward. I spared a
glance at her; her eyes shimmered for a moment, and she said "These
goblins are captains of their army. They are great warriors, but they
do not plan to fight to the death."
	"A priestess?" I wondered out loud, realizing that the girl's
knowledge came from supernatural sources.
	"An aspirant, only," the girl said softly. "Of Kurus."
	I nodded, recognizing the name of some god of wisdom local to the
region.
	The goblins approached quickly, but when they realized that we were
not about to run, they paused, their poison-yellow eyes regarding us
coldly.
	"We seek a priestess," the first one spat. "Which one is it?"
	"Go fuck a dwarf," I spat. "Head back or you're dead." I hefted my
sword confidently.
	For a moment I thought that they would retreat, but after a moment's
consideration they leapt up the slope.
	The fight was over almost before it began. As the aspirant chanted
behind me, I parried the chop that the first goblin aimed at my legs,
then skewered it as it staggered forward. I turned to face the other
goblin, but only to see it fly through the air, then crash onto the
side of the incline and roll painfully down the hill. It wasn't dead,
but it wouldn't be climbing any time soon. Pheraia raised her fist in
victory as the goblin lay dazed far below her.
	"Let's go," I said, heading for the safety of the forest.
	"Who are you?" Pheraia asked nervously as we traveled into the dark
woods.
	"Name's Taspion," I said. "Priest of Asura, the goddess of love.
You?"
	Pheraia seemed to relax slightly at the revelation. "I'm Pheraia.
This is my sister, Nemsi. We're from the House of Gethiro in Senia. My
guards and we were going to the Temple of Kurus so that my sister
could be formally initiated. Our guards are dead now." She sighed.
	"Then we need to reach the Temple. I've heard of it. It's only a day
away by the road, though we can't go that way. Do you know why the
goblins attacked?"
	"It was the Knight of the Red Tower," Nemsi said. Without the backing
of her god, her voice was soft and sweet. "It's a rogue knight,
wearing the ancient armor."
	"Ancient armor?"
	"Centuries ago, the elf-smiths of the west constructed armor for
their finest champions. Each suit was unique, and held special powers.
When their empire collapsed, the elves fled this land, leaving it to
mortal man. All that remained were their great works: roads,
aqueducts, and the Suits of Glory."
	"And these suits of armor," I asked, "they're magical?"
	"Very," Nemsi said. "And some have grown wicked, their magics
poisonous and twisted. The Red Tower Knight hates the priests of
Kurus, and seeks to destroy them. It enslaves bodies and uses them to
enact its evil will."
	"Strange that this Red Tower Knight would send scores of goblins to
attack a single aspirant." I thought for a moment. "We'll make our way
toward the Temple. We need to warm them." Confident of my purpose, I
marched swiftly into the hills, disadvantaged only by my lack of a
bow, shirt, boots, or food.

*

	There was no sign of pursuit, and as the sun rose I spoke with the
girls. I learned that they were from a wealthy family that had
worshipped Kurus for centuries, though Nemsi was the first to be
chosen as an acolyte. Her older sister was an athlete and a dancer,
although only recently had she begun studying the art of battle.
	Nemsi and I discussed theology as we walked, and I found her to be an
intelligent and interesting girl, though lacking in confidence. We
traveled generally northeast, parallel to the road but not too close,
and as dawn became morning I saw the girls begin to slow down.
	"It's four days and we don't have any boots," I said to Nemsi. "Your
healing knowledge will be important, for our feet."
	She nodded and managed a weak smile. She was very pretty in only her
white gown, from which poked small, pointed breasts.
	"How are we going to eat?" Pheraia asked. She looked famished.
	In answer, I bent down on the path and picked up a smooth stone.
"Berries, small animals that get in front of my rock. I'm sure that
our gods can provide."
	We talked late into the day, moving deeper father away from the road.
I enjoyed it, I admitted, boasting about conquests and triumphs (some
of them even true) to these two lovely ladies. And the way they looked
at me, stripped to the waist and with my sword tucked through a twist
in my pants, made me wonder what sort of fun I could arrange between
then and when we arrived at the temple. I didn't think followers of
Kurus took vows of chastity, but there was only one way to find out.

*

	As the sun set behind us, we stopped. Earlier in the evening I had
managed to catch a rabbit with a thrown rock and a whispered prayer. I
was no ranger, but game was so plentiful in the forest that it was
hard to throw a stone without downing an elk or a squirrel.
	The rabbit, along with a pile of blueberries and raspberries that we
had managed to collect, became a serviceable meal around a small fire.
We were far enough away from any trails that I felt confident sleeping
through the night. Pheraia insisted with great chivalry that I take
the bedroll, as she had spent many cold nights in Lake Thenipo,
learning to swim. Not being much a gentleman, I decided that this was
an excellent arrangement, and without too much more thought, I found a
soft bed of grass, slid off my blue cotton pants to make a pillow, and
went to bed.
	I woke up to a sound that immediately set me on edge: a dull chatter
somewhere nearby. When I was younger, I had traveled the swamps of
Zoktal, and the sound of a clicking crocodile-man was enough to fill
me with dread. But after a fevered instant of wondering what one of
the swamp creatures would be doing in the Ambrand hills, I identified
the sound: lying not five feet from me, Pheraia was curled into a
ball, shivering from the cold. Her teeth were chattering.
	Her back was to me, and for a moment I took a moment to admire how
the fabric of her blue tunic stretched over her ass, but then I softly
called her name. She stopped chattering instantly.
	"Pheraia, are you alright?"
	"F-fine," she said.
	"Are you cold?"
	"No."
	Oh, a tough girl. "You're going to freeze if you stay out there.
We're halfway up a hill; it's colder than in the lowlands."
	"I'm fine," she whispered. I could see her sister sleeping next to
the embers of the fire.
	"No, you're not. You're going to freeze, and then I'll have to carry
a frozen girl to the temple, and the priests won't like that at all.
You shouldn't have given me your bedroll."
	She turned toward me, a vaguely curious expression on her face.
"Could I - could I join you?"
	I waved her over, wondering where things would lead. Rubbing her arms
and legs to stay warm, she slid quickly into the bedroll, right next
to me, apparently unaware that I was naked. As she shivered, I pressed
against her, warming her up. She turned to face me, pressing close.
	"And what are you doing?" I asked.
	"Warming up, of course. Though I think you're using your spooky
foreign magics on me."
	"Is that a problem?"
	"Not really."
	"Let's see if I can warm you up." I start to rub her all over. Her
arms were firm and strong, and she had the supplest thighs; I could
feel her muscles shifting beneath her skin as I caressed her.
	She relaxed in my embrace, and I ran my hands along her sides, around
the contours of her breasts.
	"I'm still not feeling too warm," she said, giggling.
	"Then come here," I said. Kissing her cheek, I rolled her onto her
back and stretched out on top of her. I kissed her lips, though she
seemed tenser now as my cock pressed against her belly.
	"I'm going to keep you warm tonight," I said. "Just relax." I dipped
low and my cock went beneath her short tunic, running along the inside
of her thigh. She moaned, then gasped as she felt my dick.
	I hushed her. "You don't want to wake up your sister. We have an
early day tomorrow, and she needs her rest."
	She giggled. "Put it in me," she said.
	I kissed her to muffle her sighs of pleasure, then started to slide
my cock into her. She groaned against my lips as her pussy slowly
opened for me, then gasped as I enter her fully.
	"How does that feel?" I asked.
	"Ooh," she said. "It's big."
	I started to withdraw, then slid back in, taking my time as the girl
became acclimated to my cock. She had no doubt fooled around with some
local boys, though I doubt she had ever been with a real man
(especially one who worshiped the goddess of love), and I was
determined to emphasize the difference. Slowly, I increased my tempo,
thrusting repeatedly into her. She started to groan, and I kissed her
again, muffling the sound so that her sister wouldn't wake up. Of
course, it would be kind of fun if her sister woke up, but I dismissed
the thought, concentrating on the girl beneath me, who was definitely
no longer cold.
	"Oh, keep doing that," she said as I changed my angle. I kissed her
again, humping deep into her as she bit back the desire to scream. The
bedrolls were pleasantly confining, and I enjoyed the sensation of her
strong thighs squeezing my hips as I fucked her.
	"You're wonderful," I said. "I love warrior-women."
	"I'm - not - a warrior," she said, her words broken up by my powerful
thrusts. She hissed into my ear as I continued to plow into her.
	"You fuck like one," I told her. "I think Asura could do something
with you."
	"I think I'll stick with Kurus, thank you. Oh, you're so much better
than the boys back home," she said as I slowed my pace, thrusting hard
and deep into her.
	"Experience," I said. "And divine power."
	"Mm, thank you," she said, then started to gasp as she approached
orgasm. I kissed her, fucking her harder and faster as her strong arms
wrapped around me.
	We came together, kissing to muffle our cries of pleasure. A shudder
passed over her as I blew my load inside of her, and I gasped,
thrusting a few final times.
	"Oh, that was so great," the girl said, her steel blue eyes wide and
glazed.
	"I hope you're warm now," I said.
	"Oh, much warmer," she breathed.
	"Good, then. Out you go!"
	She giggled and pounded my shoulder. "Mean!" she squealed as I moved
off of her.
	I kissed her throat. "You need to sleep," I said. "It's three more
days of hard travel before we reach the temple."
	"Mmm. Can we do this again tomorrow?"
	"You bet, Pheraia. You're incredible."
	The girl sighed contentedly, and I drifted off to sleep.

*

	"Oh my god, don't stop!" Pheraia gasped as I fucked her from behind.
	"Not too loud, girl," I said, smiling wickedly. "We don't want Nemsi
to hear us."
	We were on an outcropping above a small valley through which flowed a
slow-moving river. Pheraia and I had told Nemsi that she could rest,
and that we would hunt for some food. I had already killed a fat
running-quail, but Pheraia and I had fallen passionately on
one-another.
	"And what's my sister going to do if she hears us?" Pheraia asked. "I
can fuck through her lectures."
	I thrust harder, looking down toward the river where Nemsi sat,
kneeling for her noontime prayers.
	"Really? Have you done that before?"
	Pheraia giggled. "Well, she walked in on me once, when I was
'handling' some nice stable-boy. Gods, it was so embarrassing."
	"What happened?" I asked, slowing my pace to tease her. She ground
her ass against me.
	"Nemsi screamed and told me to stop, but the boy - I can't even
remember his name - he...he held my hand, made me keep going...."
	"And then?" I ran my fingers along Pheraia's tanned ass.
	"Gods, he came everywhere. Nemsi ran off screaming." Pheraia giggled
between thrusts.
	I leaned close, whispering into her ear. "Did you like it?"
	"What?"
	"Did you like it, when she walked in on you? The look on her face?" I
licked her ear.
	"Are you crazy?"
	"A little. I like the thought of your little sister and you having
fun together."
	"Girls can't do that," Pheraia said with great certainty. She
giggled, a trace of nervousness in her voice.
	"I beg to differ, dear," I said, kissing her jaw and reaching my hand
around her thigh to massage the soft curls above her pussy. "I've
known lots of girls who have a lot of fun with other girls."
	I thrust again into her, hard, and she groaned. "How?"
	"Fingers, lips. I knew these two Sephandi sharpshooters, beautiful
girls, couldn't get enough of one-another. I took them both while they
fucked one-another."
	"Gods, you're kidding?" The girl started to shake as my fingers
dipped between her pussy lips, above my thrusting cock, and began to
rub her clit. "Oh, what're you doing?"
	"Making you feel good. And I'm not kidding. It's a lot of fun. Come
on," I said, looking down at Nemsi as she finished her prayers and
stood up, "didn't you two ever 'practice' when you were younger?"
	I started to flick her clit more vigorously, and she fell silent,
enjoying the attention.
	"Well?"
	"Maybe...a few times..." Pheraia said between gasps as I fingered
her.
	"Mmm, and wasn't it nice? I bet she was so soft and sweet."
	"Oh, it was nice," the girl said, smiling as I nibbled her ear. "But
you just want to fuck her, don't you?" She sounded only playfully
indignant, and her breath was growing short as I continued to pleasure
her.
	"Maybe if you were there, too," I said. "Wouldn't that be exciting?
Teaching your little sis how to make love? Tell me you wouldn't like
that, watching her face twist in pleasure...."
	"Oh yes! Oh yes, please!" the girl screamed, pushing back against my
cock.
	Looking down, I saw Nemsi turn around. She had probably heard
something.
	"She heard us!" Pheraia gasped, slowing down in fear.
	"Good," I whispered in her ear. "She can learn what's making all the
racket."
	"Oh gods," she cried, "I'm going to come!"
	"Let it out," I urged, my pace increasing as the beautiful girl
started to come on my cock.
	"Oh yes! Gods, yes! It's so good! I - ahh! YES!" A final, wordless
scream punctuated her climax as her juices drenched her pussy and my
cock. I started fucking her even faster, groaning as I saw Nemsi step
closer, her wide blue eyes searching for the source of the unusual
sounds.
	As fantasies raced through my mind and Pheraia groaned beneath me, I
saw some movement from the far side of the small river. When I saw a
glint of steel, I knew we were in trouble.
	My battle-instincts overriding my desire, I pulled Pheraia off of my
cock. She cried out in surprise.
	"Goblins!" I cried. Then, stepping to the edge of the rise and
quickly pulling up my pants, I shouted down to Nemsi: "Goblins, girl!
Run!"
	The priestess looked over her shoulder, and as she did a trio of
goblins emerged from woods. They rushed toward Nemsi, splashing into
the river as the girl ran toward me.
	I finished lacing up my pants, stuffing my erection awkwardly behind
the laces, grabbed my sword and bounded down the hill. Pheraia had
pulled her tunic down and grabbed her own sword; she ran down the hill
beside me, staggering in her haste.
	I had earlier that morning found for Nemsi a stout length of wood. It
was no Divine Scepter of Pethu, but it could dent a goblin's skull
well enough. Nemsi fell back as I reached the bottom of the hill, my
arousal forgotten as the goblins reached the middle of the stream,
which was shallow and came up only to their thighs.
	Though two of the vile creatures menacingly shook their spears, the
third raised a curved black horn to its lips and blew a single,
sickening note. I cursed, knowing that reinforcements would not be far
behind.
	"What do we do?" Pheraia asked.
	"Kill these three," I said, approaching the pebbly banks of the small
river, "so they can't say where we went." I readied my sword as the
goblins approached. The one with the horn seemed to be a captain: it
unslung a curved sword like the one I had seen before, and a
triangular black shield with a Red Tower design.
	I heard Nemsi's voice rise in prayer behind me, and the will of her
god washed over me, imbuing me with wisdom. I shouted a wordless
battle-cry as the first goblin reached me. The crimson-skinned monster
lunged with its spear, a thrust intended to disembowel me. I parried
the attack with the side of my blade, but the creature was quick, and
brought the spear up over its head, knocking aside my counter-attack.
Still, I forced the creature back, and it splashed in the water. I
leapt after it, my greater height making me quicker in the stream.
	In the corner of my eye, I saw the sisters struggling with the other
two goblins. They were holding their own, but the captain - the one
with the horn and the sword - was a good fighter and they couldn't
land a blow.
	I leveled several more cuts at the goblin before me, sending him
splashing back against a large rock. He was slippery: another cut, and
he rolled away, causing my sword to scrape off the rock, but he
staggered again in the deep water, and I was both quicker in the river
and a much better fighter - leaping forward before the thing could
recover, I ran it through the heart. The goblin was borne slowly away
by the current as I turned to the other creatures, fearing that I had
already wasted too much time.
	As I sloshed through the water, approaching the goblins from behind,
I saw Nemsi land a painful blow on one goblin's hand with her staff.
The creature screamed and released its broken hand from the spear,
swinging it around to fight overhand-style. Both goblins, upon
noticing my presence, moved apart, attempting to surround the girls
and scrambling out of the water. I leapt onto dry land, avoiding the
sharp rocks, and charged the goblin captain. My sword clunked off the
creature's black and red shield, and I staggered back to prevent the
thing's curved blade from opening up my throat. As I stepped back, the
sisters moved in to surround the other monster. The goblin reacted
like a professional soldier, spinning its spear in wide arcs to keep
the girls back.
	I dodged the captain, and it ran past me sword-first. I managed a
glancing blow on my enemy's shoulder; it parted the cloth, but scraped
off the crude chain armor the creature wore. But as I turned, I saw
something crashing through the trees on the other side of the river.
	"Shit," I muttered. "Ogre."
	The thing that staggered through the trees and into the river was
about nine feet tall, more fat than muscle but enormous in its bulk,
with brown skin that would probably be dull yellow if clean. Its face
was flat and brutal, marked by vacant eyes and large tusks, and it
hefted an enormous club in its broad hands.
	There was a choked scream from behind me, and I turned to see the
other goblin crumple, clutching its bleeding neck. Nemsi's staff
connected with the side of its head, and the creature went down for
good.
	Seeing the new odds, the goblin captain bounded past me (narrowly
avoiding a sword in the back) and hopped into the river, where it
stood beside the ogre. The goblin blew its hideous black horn again as
the ogre advanced with stupid confidence.
	"Get back!" I shouted as the brute stepped from the river, swinging
its club in wide arcs and forcing us away. The goblin returned to the
fight.
	"Deal with the goblin," I told the girls. "I'll take the ogre."
	Pheraia and Nemsi stepped away from the ogre, fanning out in an
attempt to encircle the remaining goblin. They moved quickly,
understanding as well as I did that more were coming.
	I ducked under the ogre's first, wild swing and ran forward, aiming
to bury my sword in the behemoth's leg. But it stepped aside with
surprising ease and brought its club around again. I fell forward onto
my face to avoid the swing, then scrambled up again as the ogre
brought the weapon crashing down. Though I couldn't get close to
anything vital, I ran my sword down the brute's knee, making it shout
and back off.
	Confident that I had the initiative, I hopped forward, aiming stabs
at the ogre's legs. Just like with humans, thick arteries ran up the
inside of an ogre's thighs; if I could open one up, the thing would
bleed out in seconds. But despite my attempts, the ogre warded me off
with powerful swings from its club, and I only managed a few more
minor cuts: one on the top of the thigh, and another on its wrist as
it recovered from a swing.
	But then I heard a bloody crunch from behind me. I stepped back,
nervously looking to make sure that the sisters were alright. The
goblin captain, I saw, had been torn to ribbons. I watched as the two
girls alternated cuts and slams until finally the thing toppled, a
bloody, ruined mess. The last blow splintered Nemsi's staff into a
dozen pieces.
	Pheraia rushed to stand by my side just as the ogre resumed its
assault. We both scattered as the brute slammed its club down between
us. Pheraia shouted again and darted in - too soon, I knew, though I
could not stop her. As she stumbled on the sharp rocks, the ogre
reversed its club and swept it into Pheraia, who was flung through the
air. Nemsi screamed and rushed back toward her sister, while I gritted
my teeth, determined to finish the ogre before anything worse could
happen.
	I stepped back, then rushed forward again. The ogre brought its club
down again, a colossal blow that shook the ground, but the attack fell
short by several feet. Whispering a prayer to keep my feet planted, I
bounded on top of the club, balanced as I ran up it, then leapt
forward. Reversing my sword, I drove it deep into the ogre's chest.
Black blood flowed from the wound, and the creature bellowed in agony
as I hung on, wrenching an ever-growing gash in the monster's chest.
It tried to pound me off, but I clung to the sword hilt, grabbing the
beast's shoulder with my other hand and wedging the sword in deeper.
	Finally the ogre grabbed me by the arm and threw me off. I crashed
onto the shore, scattering pebbles, but staggered to my feet just in
time to watch the ogre take one step forward, lurch, and fall dead on
its side.
	Nearby, Nemsi kneeled over her sister.
	"Is she alright?" I asked, limping forward.
	"Been better." It was Pheraia's voice. Looking down, I saw that she
bore no evident injuries, except for a few bruises that already looked
several days old - her sister's healing secrets, no doubt.
	"Kurus protects us," Nemsi said.
	"The god of wisdom will think us pretty stupid if we stay here," I
observed, looking at the far bank. "Can you walk?" I asked Pheraia.
	In response, the warrior-girl rose painfully to her feet. I nodded
and retrieved my sword from the gory ruin of the ogre's chest, washing
it quickly off in the stream before I rejoined the two girls.
	"Two days until we reach the temple," I said. "If we move quickly, we
may escape the goblins."
	As we dashed into the woods I could hear the crash and snap of the
creatures coming toward us - not the score I had seen earlier, but an
army, smashing through the forest in their pursuit of us.

*

	Over the next day we made surprisingly good time. Nemsi offered
prayers to her god, who showed us hidden paths, wise choices through
the underbrush, and ways so secret I doubted road wardens, hunters, or
even the spirits of the deep woods knew about them. I offered my own
prayers, pulling us inexorably toward the temple.
	There were no new attacks (we had outdistanced the goblin army) and
by nightfall I allowed the exhausted girls to relax. They slumped
against a tall oak tree, looking to the north, where (given the good
time we had made) the Temple of Kurus was only a few hours away. I
would have pushed on, but Pheraia and Nemsi could barely stand. Nemsi
applied her healing secrets to our tired feet, but the girls still
limped slightly as I handed each of them a meager supply of berries.
	I couldn't risk sneaking away with Pheraia this time: leaving one of
the girls alone would be too risky. That being the case, I settled
down to sleep, hoping that the hidden bower that Kurus had led us to
would keep us safe from goblin scouts.
	It was already warm when I nodded off, and I woke up sweating: it was
a hot night, not like the cool summer nights I was used to in the
north. Looking over to the other side of the bower, I saw Pheraia
sleeping soundly, her head resting against a mossy root. But I didn't
see Nemsi.
	I woke up completely, then, looking around for the girl. She was
nowhere in sight. Perhaps she had wandered off. I stood up, grabbed my
sword, and parted the broad leaves that enclosed where we slept. It
was slightly cooler outside, though still unusually warm.
	Asura's will brought me quickly to the girl. I found her next to a
small lake. I was about to step out into the open and berate her for
sneaking off, but then she pulled her white gown over her head and
tossed it onto a nearby tree branch, and I decided that there were
more interesting things than yelling at the girl.
	She had a splendid body, slim and delicate. Her flesh was pale, from
her dainty shoulders to her small waist and round ass. Around her neck
was a slender leather cord, which I assumed held a holy symbol of
Kurus.
	Nemsi stepped daintily into the water, walking slowly forward until
the water came up to waist. Sighing, she lowered herself into the
small natural pool, dipping her head under and emerging a moment
later. I hunkered down behind a tall fern and watched the beautiful
girl swim. As she rose up out of the water, running her hands through
her straight brown hair, I saw what she wore around her neck: it was a
steel circle, in the middle of which was a simple lens. It rested
between her small, pointed breasts.
	Her tight young body was making me hard; I shifted in my hiding spot,
watching the show. She lowered herself back into the water, and I
could hear her speaking quietly as she ran her fingers along her arm.
I leaned closer, listening.
	"This is the wind line," she was whispering, "which has the elements
of..." and she started to speak the language I had heard before.
Anatomy, I realized. She was reciting her anatomy. Maybe to become a
full acolyte she needed to know certain subjects. And from the sound
of things, she wasn't doing too well.
	"These elements lead to the heart," she whispered. Her fingers ran
across one dark nipple, which grew hard. "The heart is the fourth of
seven..." Her words were hesitant and troubled as her hand wandered
from the top of her head down, to her nose, her lips, her throat, her
breasts, her belly, and finally, between her legs.
	 Her fingers remained between her legs and her voice grew
increasingly hesitant, both because she was struggling to remember
obscure details and because her fingers danced around her twat. As I
watched, her caresses became less accidental. As she floated in the
pool of water, one hand continued to massage her pussy, the other
keeping her aloft, until she had abandoned all pretenses of study.
	"Oh Taspion," she whispered. That perked my ears up; it looked like
my goddess' will was working its usual magic.
	She wasn't really masturbating, just running her fingers along the
cleft of her twat, massaging herself gently as she whispered my name. 
I watched the show, weighing whether it was better merely to watch,
seeing if the girl would take things further on her own, or to make my
presence known. As Nemsi played with herself, muttering anatomical
terms, my lust overcame my better sense and I came up with a plan.
	"Nemsi!" I shouted, stepping out from behind the bush. (It wasn't
much of a plan, but I suspected it would work.)
	The girl squealed and plunged beneath the waves, until only her head
was exposed. I hoped that my crotch wasn't making my pants bulge out
too much.
	"Why in Asura's name did you wander away from the camp?" I snapped.
	"I-" she stuttered. "It was too hot! I couldn't sleep!"
	"There's an army of goblins a day behind us. You can't just wander
away!"
	"I'm sorry," the girl said weakly. "But I needed to study!"
	"Study?" I leaned against a rock, staring down at her.
	"To become an acolyte of Kurus, I need to know certain things:
anatomy, alchemy, astrology. But I lost my books at the inn, and I've
never been good at anatomy, and now I don't think I'm going to be able
to remember everything and I won't become an acolyte and my father
will never forgive me-" She started to weep, her teary eyes full of
fear.
	"Oh, don't worry," I said, edging closer to her. "I don't know what
you need to know, but I did spend some time with the healers of Hanua.
I know my anatomy pretty well."
	"What? You do?" Nemsi perked up, then immediately slid back down
before she exposed her breasts.
	I nodded, fondly remembering my anatomy lessons with the aptly-named
Ladies of Flesh back in Hanua.
	"I can teach you, if you'd like. I don't have much formal training,
but I'm a decent healer."
	"I'd...I'd like that," Nemsi said nervously.
	"Are you sure?" I asked. "I wouldn't want to be invasive."
	"No," the girl said. "No, I really need the advice."
	I smiled. "Alright, then. Turn around."
	She raised an eyebrow, but turned around. I quickly removed my pants
and stepped into the natural pool. The water was cooler than the hot
air, but still pleasantly warm.
	Nemsi turned around when she heard the splash, and screamed in
surprise, covering her pointed breasts.
	"I didn't think-"
	"Relax," I said, glad that my cock wasn't so hard it bobbed above the
surface. "I learned anatomy as a hands-on study, and you should too.
Memorizing ancient scrolls isn't the same as knowing what goes on
underneath your own skin." I sounded so sincere, too.
	It was true that I had studied anatomy, and not just in the "Well, I
sure have fucked a lot of girls over the years" way, so I decided to
start with some of the basics.
	"You've read Shedrim's The Human Form?" I asked.
	"Most of it," Nemsi said nervously as I bobbed closer.
	"Good. Then let's go over the spirit-system that circulates life
through the body." I gently took Nemsi's wrist, lifting it above the
water. She stayed low so that she wouldn't reveal her breasts. I ran
my fingers along her arm, reciting what I remembered from my time with
the Hanua healers. Shedrim the Healer had been a pleasantly practical
man; his abstract elemental interpretations of the body's actions
could easily be turned into an effective system of healing injuries
and curing disease. It was the standard medical text of almost all
healers, and I knew it well enough to recall the important, useful
parts.
	"Stand up," I said to the girl as I recited. "No reason to be shy." I
pulled her up out of the water. She tried to cover her breasts, but
quickly gave up, looking at me with a nervous smile.
	"Now, let's go over the maktiras," I said, placing my hand on her
head. We recited them together as I moved my hand from the top of her
head to her nose to her lips, all the way down. Her recitals became
slower as my hand crept along her ribs, then lingered over her pussy.
	"And now," I said, sliding along behind her and keeping my finger
above her pussy, "what about the fluid laws, from Shedrim's third
book?" My cock was getting hard again, and I pressed against the
girl's back, my dick growing hard between her legs below the crack of
her ass.
	The girl sputtered, trying to recall Shedrim's fluid laws as my
finger slipped into the cleft of her pussy, seeking out her clit. My
other hand draped itself across Nemsi's slim belly, over her hips.
	I found her clit and my fingers massaged it, causing Nemsi to gasp
and sigh, going limp in my arms. Her thin legs shivered beneath the
water as my cock became painfully hard, pushing between her thighs.
	"What are you doing?" Nemsi asked dizzily.
	"Anatomy lesson," I whispered. "Is that alright?"
	"I...think," Nemsi said quietly. She shuddered again as my fingers
caressed her twat, and my other hand rose up, caressing one wet
breast.
	"That feel good?" I asked, my finger moving up and down between her
legs.
	"Very good," Nemsi said, her inhibitions disappearing as my dick
pressed against her. She started to move slowly up and down, leaning
back to look at me. I kissed her cheek and her throat before tilting
her head back and kissing her hungrily on the lips. She responded
eagerly, if somewhat inexpertly, and as we exchanged tongues I turned
her entirely around to face me, wrapping my arms around her slim
waist. Nemsi panted and stared at me, her huge blue eyes wide and
nervous.
	I kissed her again, lifting her off her feet (easy in the waist-high
water). My lips trailed across her neck and then over her breasts,
making her gasp and squirm as I lifted her so her pussy hovered an
inch above my cock.
	"Oh, yes!" she cried as I licked her pointed breasts. Her dark
nipples hardened. I turned, leaning against a standing rock, and
slowly started to lower her onto my cock. She squeezed her eyes shut,
remaining very still as my dick started to slide into her cunt. She
was a virgin (now I was sure) and I slid into her up to her hymen,
when she started to gasp and squirm.
	"Is that alright?" I asked.
	She opened her eyes, looking down at me. "It's nice," she said. "But
it's so big. It hurts."
	"It'll only hurt for a moment longer, alright?" I said.
	"Mmm, yeah," she sighed.
	My cock breached her hymen, and she slid down, slamming against the
base of my cock and gasping in ecstasy. I wrapped my arms tightly
around her waist and thrust up into her twat, which spasmed against my
cock.
	"Oh, it's so good!" Nemsi squealed.
	I placed my head against her chest, listening to her heart beat as I
slowly pulled my cock away from her, lifting her up. Nemsi closed her
big blue eyes as I pulled her back down on top of me, sliding up into
her.
	"It feels better than I ever dreamed," Nemsi sighed as I started to
thrust into her, deep and slow, lifting her up by her thin waist and
dropping her back down.
	"You feel great," I groaned. It had been a while since I had fucked a
girl in water, and the sensation of water rushing into her cunt as I
withdrew was exquisite.
	"Oh gods, I'm bleeding!" Nemsi sighed as she looked down between us.
The starlight lit a faint cloud of blood in the water above her pussy.
	"It's alright," I said. "That's supposed to happen. Just concentrate
on how it feels. Lean back."
	I took her wrists and she leaned back, throwing her head back as I
pushed into her. I continued my slow, hard pace, and she started to
moan from deep in her throat as my dick hit her pleasure spot. I
fucked her harder and faster, still leaning against the boulder, as
she began to shake and gasp. She pitched forward suddenly and I
squeezed her close to me, savoring the feeling of her thighs quivering
against my own.
	"What's happening?" Nemsi whispered. Her blue eyes were wide and
staring, full of fear, wonder and passion. "What's...oh my god, oh
wow! It feels...so...oh my...yes! Yes! YES!" Water splashed around us
as I thrust manically into Nemsi. She squeezed her eyes shut and cried
wordlessly as she climaxed, her face a mask of pleasure.
	I watched her expression return to normal, my cock pulsing
rhythmically within her to keep her stimulated. Her innocent eyes swam
with lust, desire, and a bit of confusion as she sat on my cock.
	"I didn't know it would be that good," she said, moving slowly on top
of me.
	"Want more?" I asked, picking up my pace again.
	"Mm, yes."
	I kissed Nemsi, then lifted her up, enjoying the feel of her supple
skin. I moved her back one step at a time, never letting my dick out
of her. I moved her toward another stone in the large pool, this one
flatter and covered in soft moss. I lowered her gently onto the slab,
groaning as my cock once again buried itself in her pussy. Nemsi
groaned as well, putting her hands on my shoulders.
	"Kiss me," she whispered.
	I did so, swirling my tongue around her mouth, pressing against her
small tongue, licking behind her straight white teeth, then gently
licking her lips. She shivered deliciously, her whole tiny body
athrill as I stimulated her.
	Excited by her shudders of ecstasy, I grabbed her head with both
hands, kissed her with wild passion, and started to fuck her hard and
deep. She gasped into my mouth as I picked up the pace, fucking her
with lightning-quick strokes that caused her small breasts to bounce
up and down on her chest. Her thighs rose up around my hips, and the
girl started to scream and cry out.
	"So good," she gasped. "So good."
	I grabbed her wrists, pinning them beside her head, fucking her even
harder until her whole body shook and her cries became little
repetitive noises. For a moment of wide-eyed fear she struggled to
free her wrists from my grip, kicking her legs frantically. Then,
realizing the impossibility of escape, she cried out, a deep, throaty
gasp of pleasure, pushing her tiny body against me.
	"Oh gods yes!" Nemsi screamed, coming spectacularly, writhing against
my thrusting dick. The ecstasy that raced through her seemed almost
too much for her little body to contain. She stiffened completely for
several seconds, squeezing my cock until I winced, then fell limp,
dazed from the orgasm.
	I cradled her thin body, showering her with kisses as she slowly
recovered. As she flicked her eyes open again, I started to move
inside of her again, making her moan. She hugged me and kissed my
cheek, and I floated into the middle of the pool, increasing my pace
again. For the first dozen thrusts, Nemsi only bobbed against my
shoulder, sighing with pleasure, but after a few moments she got back
into it, running her hands along my arms and kissing me with naïve,
passionate enthusiasm.
	Soon she was approaching another orgasm, the pool a froth of bubbles
as we coupled. She was tight and desperate, grunting as she pushed her
cunt against me, trying to reach her third climax. My body glistened
with sweat and warm water, and the relentless pace had me exhausted
and close to climax myself. I fucked her as hard and fast as I could,
unable to restrain my lust as the little nymphet savored her
deflowering.
	She looked down at me, a look of trust and transcendent passion on
her face, and I realized I couldn't hold back any longer. I started to
thrust faster, holding her closer as I felt my cock swelling in the
girl's tight pussy. Nemsi started to scream and buck, but I was lost
in my own world. A familiar tingling began at the base of my spine,
and suddenly my orgasm exploded out of me and into her. I saw stars as
I cried out wordlessly, my cock poised at the apex of a thrust, buried
deep inside Nemsi, who rose above me straight as an arrow, her mouth
open in a silent scream.
	It was an incredible, gut-wrenching orgasm, but after long seconds it
faded and I slowed my thrusts down, easing it in and out of the small
girl. However, as I opened my eyes I saw Nemsi's face distorted in
lustful frustration, her eyes scrunched up as she pushed her crotch
rhythmically against mine.
	"So...close," she grunted, biting her lip. I mustered the last of my
energy and started fucking back against her, despite my
over-stimulation. I groaned in pleasure and back-breaking fatigue, and
Nemsi echoed my cries, squealing again and again as she edged closer
to climax. Finally, as I thought I could manage not a single thrust
more, she came. The muscles of her tight pussy pushed my exhausted
cock out of her. She finished the rest of her orgasm with every muscle
in her body spasming, her hands shivering against my shoulders and her
thighs contracting around my legs. As I fell back into the warm water,
so exhausted I couldn't even cry out, Nemsi gasped through the last of
her orgasm.
	As I came back to coherence, I found my head resting on a mossy rock,
staring up at the beautiful girl who smiled down at me. Her eyes were
wet with tears as she slid beside me and kissed me softly on the lips.
	"That was so beautiful," she said softly. She kissed my lips again.
"Thank you."
	"Thank you," I said. "You were incredible. Especially for a virgin."
	"Mmm. But now I'm so sore," she pouted. She curled up beside me,
bobbing in the water.
	I reached down between her legs.
	"That's normal. Here," I said as I gently removed the semen from her
pussy, dispersing it in the water. "A bit of a massage."
	"Oh, that feels so nice." She squirmed against me.
	"Don't tell me you want another!" My cock was about to run and hide
if I demanded any more from it.
	"I do, but oh! We should get back to the camp!"
	I smiled, withdrawing my fingers. "We should. Let's hope she hasn't
heard us."
	Nemsi giggled, and we both clambered out of the small pool. I pulled
on my pants and she took her white gown from the branch, pulling it
on.
	I took the shaking and exhausted girl around the waist. "Tomorrow you
become an acolyte of Kurus."

*

	We arrived early the next day, barely avoiding a patrol of goblins.
The army of the Red Tower Knight was close, and we ran the last mile,
fearing an ambush around every hill and behind every tree.
	The temple was not large, despite its importance: three towers were
surrounded by an eight-foot wall that was there more to keep out
wolves than to hold off a raider force. Within, among the towers, was
as a one-story lodge that served as living quarters, and a few small
buildings - a stable, a blacksmith. In total, I guessed maybe twenty
or thirty priests were here, including acolytes and any secular help.
The towers, while beautiful, were not large (two three-stories and one
five-story).
	After brief introductions, a very old priest in an elaborate
headdress approached me.
	"We know why you come, Priest of Asura," he said simply. "I am Galat,
Abbot of the Temple of Kurus." His voice rang with the power I had
heard in Nemsi when she had worked her miracles. Preparations had
begun for the attack: behind him, I could see priests in mail, holding
stout spears and bows made of recurved steel.
	"Then you know what's coming. Can your priests hold against the
army?"
	The old man nodded. "The goblins are night-creatures, and will attack
tonight. The daughters of the House of Gethiro will be kept safe. But
the All-Seeing God requests your aid to fight off the Red Tower
Knight."
	"At your service," I said. The girls departed, exhausted but relieved
to be in relative safety.
	"Why does this knight wish to destroy you?" I asked.
	"The Knight of the Red Tower is an ancient foe of the Temple of
Kurus. For a thousand years the knight has sought to defeat our god.
He is a spirit of cruel ignorance, of slavery of the mind and body,
created by a mad elf-smith whose mind had been shattered by some great
horror. We have slain the knight before, but he always returns, as is
the way of the Suits of Glory."
	"Sweet Asura," I murmured. "How do we destroy him?"
	"All our wisdom cannot reveal how," the old man says. "But for
four-hundred years we held the Red Tower Armor, imprisoned it. We can
hope to do that again, and I know our wisdom will defeat the goblins."
Priests with steel bows positioned themselves on stone balconies
behind the low walls.
	"Abbot!" a handsome middle-aged priestess shouted. "The goblins will
strike half past the second bell after sundown. They have felled trees
to create two rams, but they plan to climb the walls with ladders and
open the gates from within. The arithmancers have calculated the ideal
deployment of soldiers, weapons, and miracles to counteract these
tactics." The priestess handed the abbot a scroll where drying letters
and diagrams glistened. The letters, I saw, glowed faintly with a
silvery light, and I marveled at the efficiency of the priests of
Kurus.
	The abbot studied the diagrams, then drew a quill from his robes and
scratched a few notes - corrections, I assumed, though I wondered
where the ink came from.
	"Good work," the abbot said. "Note my changes."
	The priestess bowed and stepped away, and the abbot turned to me.
	"If you will fight with us, we can provide you with mail. And...a
shirt. And boots," he said with a straight face, as if only now
noticing my half-clothed condition. "Your sword is keen, so we will
leave you with that blade, though since you can fire a bow we'll
provide you with one of our steel recurve bows. Practice for a while
to familiarize yourself with the weapon."
	The rest of the day was a whirl of training and organization. A very
old, sour-faced priest gave me a scabbard, shirt, boots, small shield,
a steel helm and a shirt of light mail, as well as a quiver of
chisel-shaped armor-piercing arrows and one of the steel recurve bows
of Kurus. This contraption took some practice to use effectively. As
the priests scrambled about, making final preparations for the battle,
I practiced with the bow. The weapon felt strange in my hand, and was
incredibly powerful: the arrows buried themselves to the fletching in
the tight-packed bales of hay I used for target practice. But soon I
felt confident with the weapon, and the middle-aged priestess
returned.
	"The goblins will attack soon," she said. "I will show you to your
place."
	I followed the priestess up stone stairs to a platform behind the low
wall, in one corner of the eight-sided wall, to the right of the gate.
	"May Kurus see you through," the priestess said before she returned
the way she had come.
	"Where are Nemsi and Pheraia?" I asked the priestess.
	"Safe with the acolytes."
	Looking to my left and right, where archers stood, I drew an arrow
from my quiver as the priestess departed. Despite the odds - the
priests had said that there were one-hundred and nine goblins, seven
ogres, and five human berserker mercenaries, against twenty-eight
combat-capable priests (and me) - I felt confident, my fear mingled
with excitement and a desire to begin the fight.
	My wish was answered soon enough. As the moon appeared over Rendril's
Hope Mountain, the goblins emerged from the forest. They formed up
outside of arrow range, organized into five companies of fifteen or
twenty goblins each. Four of the companies were armed with a mix of
weapons - swords, spears, axes, and hammers - while the fifth held
small bows of yew. Two of the companies surrounded crude battering
rams.
	Several goblins with whips and long-tined pitchforks thronged about
the ogres, who howled in mindless fury and raised their great clubs.
Nearby the human berserkers stood, naked and tattooed Thurians armed
with two-handed swords and axes. As the companies arranged themselves,
I saw the leaders: five captains mounted on strong but foul horses
that moved to the front of their companies, and finally, the Red Tower
Knight on a great roan horse, armed with lance, sword and mace.
	"What did I miss?" a voice cried out next to me. I turned, almost
dropping my arrow, as Pheraia bounded up next to me. She had somehow
found a sword and bow, though she wore nothing else except a large
black cloak. Her round breasts jiggled as she tested her bow.
	"Shouldn't you be with the acolytes? And why are you naked?"
	"Oh, the old guy watching the acolytes wouldn't let me go without a
show."
	"A show?"
	"Nothing awful. I just masturbated with a handkerchief and gave it to
him."
	I sighed. "Just be careful, alright?"
	The girl winked and nodded. "Don't worry about me. Try not to get too
distracted." She tossed her cloak back, revealing her tanned,
well-formed body, which gleaned in the moonlight.
	As I studied the girl, one of the goblin captains brought a black
horn to his lips and blew a sickening note, and as one the goblins
advanced. I tested the pull of my bow and Pheraia shifted nervously
beside me.
	"Taspion?" Pheraia asked fearfully.
	"Yes?"
	"If we live through this, can we fuck again?"
	I laughed, thinking about how nice that would be if I didn't end up
dead in a sacked temple. "Absolutely."
	The goblins continued their march, and I raised my bow as the first
company approached arrow range. Pheraia did so as well. The captain of
the priests shouted "Loose!" and I fired just as the goblins quickened
their pace. The goblins raced forward and my own arrow fell behind
them, as did Pheraia's, but the priests must have known the goblin's
plan, as their arrows landed right on target, tearing into the
swift-moving ranks. Goblins staggered and fell, screaming as arrows
thudded into flesh or hastily-raised shields.
	I fired again, this time offering up a prayer to make my arrow seek
out the closest goblin. My arrow hit a shield, but I saw Pheraia's
down one of the goblins, and another arrow killed the horse of a
captain, sending him crashing into the tall grass. I fired more
arrows, doing an impressive amount of damage as my goddess answered my
prayers, until the goblins were no more than ten yards from the gate.
Their archer company stopped and opened fire, forcing Pheraia and me
to seek cover. One of the priests fell back, an arrow in his chest,
and I cursed bitterly - every priest that fell seriously hurt our
fighting strength, while a single goblin meant little to the onrushing
horde.
	As the last goblin arrow clicked off the ramparts, I stood up again.
I at first thought to aim for the archers, but I saw the battering
rams advancing fast and aimed a shot there. My arrow took one of the
rammers in the hip; the goblin fell and was immediately trampled by
his companions. The Kurus priests followed my shots, and the withering
fire wiped out one of the battering groups, though I saw another
priest fall back, an arrow through the wrist.
	Pheraia's shot took one of the advancing ogres in the face, causing
it to spiral out of control and accidentally trample its goblin
handler. As I ducked another arrow I spotted the other battering ram
reach the gate. The strong goblins behind the instrument slammed it
into the gate, but to little effect - they were obviously having
trouble. In a matter of seconds relentless arrow fire had killed them
all, and I felt a swell of hope.
	But then one of the captains broke from his massacred company.
Unhorsed and wounded, the goblin shouted as arrows rained around him,
waving the ogres forward. I saw what he was doing and aimed a shot at
his heart, shouting a prayer to Asura. The arrow struck home, and the
goblin fell as if struck down by lightning. But the damage had been
done: the five surviving ogres, acting on the captain's orders, rushed
the gate. They slammed into the gate, then thinking better of it
grabbed the bars and started ripping it off its great hinges.
	Another ogre simply clambered up the short wall, ignoring the arrows
that thudded into its leathery flesh. A priestess beside the gate
fired an arrow into the brute's chest, but it did nothing; the ogre
slapped her away as a man might swat a small dog. Pheraia turned to
fire on the beast, scoring two more hits, as did I, using up my last
arrow. There was another quiver at my feet, but I knew I'd be more
useful with my sword. I drew the sharp steel blade, stepping past
Pheraia.
	"Deal with those archers!" I shouted to the naked warrior-girl. The
goblin archers had taken losses, but they were still firing steadily
as the other companies followed the ogres toward the shattered gate. I
ran past her, readying my sword and shield as the ogre blundered along
the wall. Another priest, this one with wild red hair like a Thurian
mountain-man, abandoned his bow and raised a long spear, menacing the
ogre. He held the monster at bay in time for me to approach, but then
lunged too far: the ogre swung its fist, a blow that would have pulped
the priest's head if he hadn't ducked. Instead the fist clipped the
shaft of the spear and the priest fell eight feet to the ground,
leaving me to face the ogre alone.
	The thing crawled toward me, picking its way along the narrow
platform, holding onto the stone rail with one hand. It reached out
its meaty hand to grab me and I ducked, counter-attacking with a swing
that cut the thing's palm. It reared back, roaring in a voice that
made my bowels quake, then resumed its assault. I fell back. Priests
rushed toward the gate, and I wondered if it had been broken yet.
	"Hey!" someone shouted below me. I glanced down, seeing the
red-haired priest. He held his spear straight up, following along
beside me. Looking back at the ogre, which was struggling to maintain
its balance on the four foot-wide balcony, I nodded and turned so that
my back was to the rail. The ogre planned to lunge at me again, but I
went low, then drove the point of my sword up at the ogre's groin. It
did what anyone would do if faced with a skewered doodle and hopped
back with a roar, protecting the important bits with its hands. But
that was enough to cause it to pitch backward, off the edge.
	I looked down and saw the brute on its back, the priest's spear clean
through its chest. The priest had been knocked down, but staggered to
his feet, drawing a short sword. I hopped down before the ogre could
rise again, and together we made short work of the monster, chopping
and stabbing.
	"The gate!" the priest cried, pointing behind me. I turned in time to
see the warped and tortured gate fly through the air and crash to the
ground. Two ogres squeezed inside, and were met by the arrayed
priests, who lowered their spears and readied their shields.
	The priests were doing a good job of holding the ogres, but as I
approached, the ogres parted and the priests exploded back as if
struck by a hammer blow. The Red Tower Knight rode through the
scattered ranks, skewering one priest on a long black lance and then
drawing a curved cavalry sword.
	The priests' formation fell apart, and the fighting devolved into an
ugly melee. I raced toward one of the ogres, which did not notice me
until I ran my sword along the back of its thigh. The thing fell to
one knee and was quickly impaled by two spears.
	But the ogres - or the goblins that now poured through the shattered
gateway - were not my concern. The knight moved among the priests,
swiping with his curved sword.
	"Find the Gethiro girl!" the knight cried. The voice that came from
the great bucket helmet was high-pitched and hollow, chillingly
metallic.
	Goblins and ogres rushed to fulfill the knight's command, running
toward the three towers. The Red Tower Knight approached the Tower of
Study, where I knew Nemsi waited with the other acolytes.
	An arrow zipped by me and struck the knight's roan charger in the
throat, just below its steel barding. The horse crashed to the earth,
but the knight rolled as if the plate armor weighed nothing and
returned to his feet. Beside me, Pheraia discarded her steel bow and
empty quiver, drawing a short stabbing sword.
	"Good to see you," I said, approaching the knight.
	"And you. Look out!"
	One of the Thurian berserkers rushed me while I focused on the
knight, screaming and brandishing a huge axe. They were deadly
warriors, legends all across the eastern lands for their brutality and
sheer power, but I didn't have time to be afraid. I ducked the
head-hunting swing and shoved my sword deep into the berserker's
belly. The warrior didn't even acknowledge the mortal blow, attempting
another swing, but I blocked it with my shield and twisted my sword in
the man's gut. Finally he dropped the axe and I pulled my sword free,
spilling entrails around my boots.
	I turned back to see Pheraia pulling her sword from a goblin; another
lay dying at her feet.
	"He went into the tower!" Pheraia cried. The door of the Tower of
Study had been torn from its hinges.
	I rushed forward into the tower, Pheraia a step behind me. Stairs
wound around the outside of the tower, while rooms were in the center.
The rooms were all locked and, I imagined, barricaded. I raced up the
stairs, seeing nothing until I reached the third level. One of the
doors had been smashed open. The room was lined and stacked with
books, lit by magical globes. The Red Tower Knight stood between two
bookshelves, curved sword raised.
	"Die!" he intoned, the voice echoing hollowly. I couldn't see who was
nestled between the shelves, but I could guess well enough. I ran
forward as the blade came down, tackling the knight. We crashed
together into a desk covered in scrolls. The knight's sword had flown
away, and I raised my own weapon looking for a chink in the armor, but
the knight slammed an armored knee into my stomach. I rolled away as a
shock of pain and nausea washed over me, readying my sword in the
cramped room. The knight bounded to his feet and drew a flanged black
mace from his belt. The weapon matched the designs on the dark armor,
and as he raised the weapon it glowed dimly red, as if heated in a
fire.
	"Alright," I said as Nemsi (who had been between the shelves) ran
behind me, "this is how it's going to be. Either you can walk out of
here, and never bother the priests of Kurus again, or I'm going to
bury this sword in your heart and throw you into the pile of dead
goblins."
	The knight laughed hollowly. "The Knight of the Red Tower has sought
for a millennium to destroy the priests of Kurus and banish their lies
from creation. And I will be the instrument to do so. Give me the
girl, Taspion, and you shall live."
	"You know my name," I said, suddenly anxious.
	"Of course I do," the knight said. "Don't you recognize me from the
inn?" The knight touched a part of the dark helmet, and the facemask
parted in some intricate fashion, revealing a pretty face with
blue-green eyes framed by very straight blond hair.
	"You!" I cried. "Mitiana, from the...Why?"
	Mitiana - the Red Tower Knight - closed her faceplate and stepped
forward. I took a step back, putting my shield between the smoldering
mace and myself.
	"Kurus is a false and treasonous god, whose prophecies betray the
natural order of the world - an order of passion, thoughtless will,
animal strength. He gave birth to thought, and so betrayed all the
mindless and primordial gods that screamed in the first void. And now
his prophecies have brought about...her."
	"Nemsi?" I looked back at the girl, and for the first time realized
that she was entirely naked. Her slim body shivered with fear.
	"Oh, don't tell me you had to put on a show too?"
	Nemsi flushed brightly, covering her small breasts and squeezing her
legs together. "The knight's fire magic burned my robe."
	"Ah, I see."
	"Have you heard the prophecies, Taspion?" Mitiana hissed. "How Kurus
will use her to betray the world again?"
	"What?" I turned my attention back to the dangerous woman before me,
whose mace was blistering the wooden shelf.
	"That girl will be the next great champion of Kurus, the prophecies
say. In decades to come she will come to command a great empire, where
men will betray the truth of their beings, casting aside their animal
spirits and joining together in unnatural ways. Surely you, of all
people, must hate and fear such a destiny. Imagine a nation of
oppression and bleak knowledge, without passion."
	I glanced back at Nemsi. Her eyes were wide with fear.
	"Oh, I don't think she'll follow that road, Mitiana." I winked at
Nemsi, who blushed. "And now, if you're not going to yield, I'm going
to have to kill you."
	The Red Tower Knight screamed in bestial fury, a sound more like a
demon's than a woman's, and swung her mace. It crashed against my
shield, jarring my arm and leaving a scorch mark where the flange had
landed. I thrust forward as my body twisted to take the blow, aiming
for a weak spot in the armor, but my sword only scraped along her
breastplate.
	I ducked another blow and began to fall back. I might not be able to
kill Mitiana with the weapons I had now (and even if I did, perhaps
the suit would live on) but I knew that a four-story fall would at
least slow her down. As Nemsi recited frantic prayers, we stumbled
from the room (all of the rooms had only one exit onto the outer
stairway). I kept my shield low, blocking the knight's mace and
watching burn marks spread across the shield's wooden surface,
occasionally aiming stabs at the armor's eye-slits.
	We reached the top level, which was a broad balcony surrounding the
golden bulb where the mirrors and lenses were. I blocked again and
again, my shield-arm aching from the force of Mitiana's powerful
swings, until as I reached the top stair my burning shield exploded
into charred cinders. The knight lunged forward with her mace,
brandishing it like a burning torch. I felt the heat on my face and
stumbled back.
	But by this time, we had reached the broader balcony and Pheraia
rushed forward with her now-familiar battle scream, stabbing at the
knight's exposed arm. Her short sword landed between the wrist-greave
and arm plate, and though the front of the knight's elbow was covered
in mail, the jab hit hard enough to bruise and Mitiana yelled in
surprise. She turned, swinging at Pheraia, who had already leapt back
out of range.
	Then we both attacked the knight, circling around her and looking for
an opening. She was a deadly warrior, whatever natural skills she
possessed clearly enhanced by the spirit-armor. The knight fought with
a style I had not seen before, sometimes wielding the mace like the
massive hammer it was, sometimes lunging forward and trying to burn us
with the smoldering head.
	As she spun, she suddenly reached out, landing a glancing blow on
Pheraia's shoulder. The girl fell back with a scream, falling into a
defensive crouch. Rather than pursuing her attacks against Pheraia, as
I had expected her to, Mitiana turned suddenly and swung the mace at
me. I hadn't anticipated the sudden shift, and my own parry nearly
jarred my sword from my hands. I retreated, starting to panic as the
Red Tower Knight switched styles faster than I could track.
	Then I heard Nemsi's voice rising in a chant, ringing bell-like with
divine power. Knowledge rushed into me, clear as the geometric proofs
of Zarduul. I could almost see the knight's unpredictable swings,
lunges and parries breaking apart into curves and straight lines,
reduced to predictable geometrical figures. The appropriate response,
I realized, was simplicity itself.
	I parried a swing, knocking the knight off-balance and slamming the
pommel of my sword into the great crowned helmet, an elegant
straight-line maneuver that sent Mitiana staggering back. She
staggered right into Pheraia, who used her short sword like a chisel,
slamming into soft points protected only by mail. The knight staggered
back toward me, swinging her mace in a blow that would have killed me
had I not saw it coming three seconds before.
	As I ducked, I saw Mitiana bring the mace all the way around,
attempting to burn Pheraia's face. But the warrior-girl parried the
blow with her stabbing sword. As Pheraia's sword blackened, I saw my
opening as if it were the center of a great mandala: a tiny gap
between the armor's front and rear breastplates, where the chain had
been dented by an earlier strike.
	Holding my sword with both hands I sprang forward. The tip of my
sword struck home, between the two pieces of plate armor, parting the
mail and plunging deep into Mitiana's side, straight into her heart.
	The woman fell to her knees. The burning mace clattered to the stone
ground and grew dark. I withdrew my sword and blood spurted onto my
boots. Without a sound, Mitiana pitched forward, dead.
	"You got her!" Pheraia said, staring down at the corpse.
	"And you fought like a hero," I said. I meant it: I had thought
Pheraia was a mere aristocrat's daughter with a few hours of
sword-play under her belt, but she had fought with the ferocity of a
dwarven champion and the skill of a Strashan duelist. The fact that
she was naked except for a belt and a burned cloak, her tight body
slick with sweat and goblin-blood, certainly helped my appraisal.
Looking then to Nemsi, who stood naked and fierce, I felt my cock
growing hard.
	I looked down at the fight below: the priests had nearly defeated the
goblins: the monsters had been corralled into a circle, goblins and
ogres being systematically skewered by the priest's spears, while
archers fired arrows into the faces of the surviving ogres and strike
teams moved between the buildings, picking off those that attempted to
flee. Not a single motion was wasted as the priests fought, their
strategies crafted to emphasize their strengths and prevent the
goblins from exploiting their weaknesses. It was brilliant in a way
that I could appreciate now with the wisdom of Kurus flowing through
me.
	"Um...Taspion?" Nemsi asked.
	I looked back at the girl, who stared fearfully down at the corpse.
Thick blood and gore flowed from every gap in the dark armor. The
blood made an obscene squelching as it squirted from the armor's
eyeslits, forming a dark pool that Nemsi backed nervously away from.
	"What's happening?" Pheraia asked, clutching her sword.
	"It's the armor," Nemsi said fearfully. "The original Knight of the
Red Tower, whose spirit inhabits the suit itself."
	"Alright. Thanks," I said. "How do we kill it?"
	"The mace!" Nemsi cried, reaching for it. But suddenly the armor's
gauntlet fist snapped out and closed over the handle. Nemsi yelled in
fear and hopped back.
	The armor clattered, spitting out more blood as it shuddered to its
feet. I knew I should rush it, try to knock it off the edge, but I was
paralyzed with fear. The thing was hideous and glorious, a relic of
ancient elven enchantment gone wrong, and for the first time I felt
the true power of that primal magic.
	The knight's mace ignited like a torch, spewing fell radiance that
seemed to strip away all my thoughts, reducing me to a mindless beast.
Nemsi started to pray again, but her voice seemed weak and distant.
Pheraia screamed in fear and fury, ran forward and tried to impale the
demon-suit. The knight parried almost as an afterthought, then slapped
Pheraia away. She banged her head on the stone wall and lay still.
	The knight's empty eyeslits locked onto Nemsi and marched forward,
raising the burning mace. Nemsi fell back, her slim body framed by the
enormous lenses and mirrors that made up the tower's astronomy array.
	Nemsi raised her holy symbol; not quite enough to block a mace-blow.
I leapt into action as the knight focused on the girl. My sword-chop
smashed into the knight's wrist, leaving an impressive dent and
causing it to rear back, pushing its mace toward my face. I ducked,
but the knight started to attack me with wild animal savagery, and it
was all I could do to avoid getting brained. The mace burned my face
and hands and left me nauseous. I staggered toward the mirrors,
dodging a swing that instead landed on a telescope and blew it into
fragments of glass and charred brass.
	"Nemsi, what do we do?" I asked.
	"I don't know," the girl choked. Tears ran down her cheeks. "It's the
suit itself we fight now, an arcane spirit of rage. In my mind it
tells me that I will betray the world, that I will bring about an
empire of frigid, lifeless order."
	As the girl wept, I fell back, ducking the knight's attacks.
	"Dammit, Nemsi, you know that won't happen! Are you going to forget
what I taught you last night?"
	"What?"
	"That was a lesson!" I cried, parrying the mace and pushing the
knight back a step. "I was teaching the aspirant of the god of wisdom
- teaching my ways! Do you intend to forget them?"
	"No!" Nemsi cried with renewed confidence.
	"Then the knight lies!" I shouted. I parried another mace blow,
feeling the heat on my face, and cut across the armor's helmet,
leaving a dent and forcing the demon-thing back. "You are a creature
of wisdom and passion, and the knight speaks only ignorance and lies!"
	But the knight's mace flared even brighter, its fell radiance
reflecting in the many mirrors and lenses. It was a being of ignorance
and control, a servant of lies that sought to reduce the world to
animal chaos, and for a moment I knew genuine fury: I lunged forward,
slamming my sword into the thing's breastplate, then pummeling it
twice in the face.
	"Show it," I told Nemsi, prayers echoing through my mind, "what you
are. Refute its lies and we can destroy it."
	My goddess' power courses through me, and then through Nemsi. As the
miraculous energy flooded the tower, Nemsi raised her own voice in
chant, invoking Kurus. The two divine spirits danced together, wisdom
and passion, as the naked girl plunged her fingers into her pussy.
	"I have known passion," Nemsi said to the knight, her voice clear and
glorious with the power of Kurus. Her fingers flicked over her clit.
"You are a relic of lies and madness, and I will tolerate you no
more!"
	The knight stepped back, raising its mace. The demonic flames that
wreathed the thing writhed into vermiform shapes that suggested words,
as if to fight against the young aspirant's clear voice. Her chanting
faltered for an instant, then rose louder, and the mace dimmed, its
maddening power fading from my mind. As the knight staggered, its
gauntleted hand before its eyes as if to ward off a bright light, I
stepped forward, swinging my sword. The blade crashed into the
demon-armor's gauntlet, crushing its fingers and knocking the mace to
the ground.
	"It is weak now," Nemsi said as she pleasured herself.
	I smiled grimly, gripping my sword in both hands. The knight
recovered for a moment, its smashed gauntlet reaching out as if to
strangle me, but I dodged nimbly to the side and brought my sword down
on the knight's greave. I struck the same place as I had before, but
this time my sword cut clean through the wrist in a shower of eldritch
sparks. I reversed, spun, and swung my sword across the knight's belly
in a disemboweling cut. The steel parted like foil beneath my blade as
Nemsi's voice echoed across the temple.
	I spared a glance at the girl. She stood, one hand tweaking a small
pointed nipple and the other deep in her cunt, her blue eyes shining
and reflective like great mirrors: the power of Kurus given form. As I
watched, divine awe washing over me, the mirrors and lenses of the
tower swung about. Light from the moon and stars reflected off of
them, bathing Nemsi and the knight in a silvery glow.
	The knight wailed in an inhuman voice, a sound that distorted weirdly
around the great rents in its metal body. The thing saw me and raised
its remaining fist to strike me down, but I stepped to one side. My
next swing severed the other hand, then as it staggered I took out a
leg. The knight crashed to earth, slick with gore and luminous with
the miraculous energy of Kurus. It raised its useless stumps to ward
off my final blow, but I was too fast: my final cut severed the
helmet, which crashed to the ground, clattered with artificial life,
then lay still. The armor remained as it fell, its stumps raised in
warding.
	Beside me, Nemsi fell to her knees and screamed in orgasm, hot juices
running down her thighs.
	"Nemsi!" I cried, running to her side. The mirrors still glowed
faintly.
	"That felt so good," the girl sighed. "I understand so much now. The
knight?"
	"Destroyed. I don't think it's ever coming back."
	"My sister!" Nemsi cried, pulling herself to her feet.
	I looked over at Pheraia. She looked at me with slightly unfocused
eyes, then smiled and gave me a little wave.
	"I'm fine," she said. "Or I will be. Just a little bump."
	Nemsi and I stepped to the side of the balcony in time to see the
last ogre fall dead, shot through with arrows and impaled by five
spears. There had been no mercy: scattered between the buildings were
dozens of goblin corpses. The priests were busy tending to their
wounded, who were many.
	"Is it over?" Pheraia asked. I helped her up.
	"We won," I said, relieved. I embraced the two girls naked. "There
are a lot of injured, though. Let's head down and see if we can help."

*

	It was a terrible mess down below. Pheraia, Nemsi and I spent most of
the night tending the injured, dragging away the dead goblins, and
helping the priests with clean-up.
	Despite the violence of the fighting, the priests of Kurus'
extraordinary healing secrets meant that only four priests died of
their injuries. Sadly, one of them had been the abbot himself: we
found the old man surrounded by the corpses of goblins, a knife stuck
in his back. With the loss of the abbot, the middle-aged priestess I
had spoken with earlier had become the effective leader.
	After a long night of work, the goblin corpses had been carted away,
the dead priests had been buried, the gate had been put back into
place and by the next afternoon things looked almost normal.
	My wounds tended to, I staggered into a spare room and immediately
fell asleep on the plain cot. I was unconscious almost before lay
down, and I slept long and deep, untroubled by any dreams.
	I was awoken (the following morning, I supposed from the light
filtering in through the high window) by the sound of a door opening
and closing. I opened my eyes, squinting at the light. After a few
seconds of trying to focus I made out Pheraia standing before me.
	"Good...morning?" I said weakly.
	Pheraia giggled. I rubbed my eyes so I could see her clearly: she
wore a one-piece red-and-gold robe that clung tightly to her
well-toned figure. Her wavy hair was held up by a golden comb, and it
was slightly damp, as was her tanned skin: she had recently bathed.
She was holding an intricately-worked wooden tray piled high with
food.
	"Breakfast," she said. "The finest foods from all over Ambrand.
Pilgrims, kings and heroes come here, exchanging the wealth of nations
for visions of the future."
	She sat down beside me on the bed and lowered the tray. It was
stacked high with fruits, toasted bread, honey, juice, and muffins. It
was a wonderful feast, and I ate hungrily, glad to be eating something
that I hadn't had to find myself. I drank the orange juice to remove
the bitterness in my mouth as Pheraia nibbled on strawberries, eating
them with a wholly inappropriate enthusiasm.
	As we ate, Pheraia's hands wandered over my chest, and I realized
that I was naked beneath the thin blanket.
	"My sister's in her initiation ceremony," she said, her fingers
tracing the line of my chest. "She's so proud."
	"Is there really a prophecy? Is she really destined to become a great
ruler?"
	"That's what the priests say," Pheraia said. "I believe them."
	We ate for a few moments, the girl's hands dancing along my chest.
	"Did you have sex with her?" Pheraia asked suddenly.
	"Yes," I admitted. "I hope that doesn't bother you."
	She giggled. "Not really. When?"
	"That really hot night. She sneaked off to practice her anatomy for
the initiation test. I found her in a small pool, and things went from
there."
	"Mmm," Pheraia said. "Did she come?"
	I smiled, realizing that the thought of me fucking her sister excited
the warrior-girl. "More than once," I said. "She screamed each time."
	I described the encounter in lurid detail: the sound she made when I
deflowered her, the way her tits bounced on her chest when I fucked
her hard, and how she wept when we were finished. As I concluded my
little tale, Pheraia pulled the blanket off of me, revealing my hard
cock lying against my belly. She ran her hands near it, on my thighs
and hips, without quite touching it.
	"It's how we stopped the Red Tower Knight," I said. "Her god of
knowledge and my god of passion. She meditated and masturbated,
stripping the knight of its arcane power as she came."
	Pheraia shivered, remaining silent for several seconds.
	"You're going to have to leave soon, aren't you?" she finally said.
	"Yeah," I said. "I have a friend in Horrig."
	"Do you think you'll have sex with Nemsi again?"
	"Maybe," I said, squirming as she teased me. "Why do you ask?"
	"Could I watch?"
	"What?"
	"Like, behind a screen or something?" she said nervously. "Or looking
through a window?"
	"You really want to watch?"
	Pheraia's round cheeks flushed bright red. "It's just...it's just
always something I've wanted....To watch my sister as someone makes
love to her....To see her eyes widen as you pushed your cock into
her....To hear the sounds she made as she was fucked from one orgasm
to the next....My god, is that wrong?"
	"Of course not, Pheraia," I said, caressing her cheek. "But all this
talk about Nemsi makes me feel like you've forgotten about me." I
pouted playfully.
	She smiled and finally wrapped her strong hand around my cock. I
groaned as she gripped the shaft with one hand and gently cupped my
balls with the other, stroking and massaging.
	"Ooh, you've done this before," I said.
	"A few times." She kissed me gently as she jacked me off. I removed
her golden comb and placed it on the tray, and her wavy brown hair
spilled over her shoulders. She kissed me again, then her head moved
low until she was staring at the tip of my cock, her face only a few
inches away.
	"Go ahead," I said, my hand on the back of her head.
	"I've never...done that before," she said, her steel blue eyes wide
with fear and awe.
	"It's easy," I said. "Just don't bite."
	She giggled, then stared seriously at the throbbing purple head of my
cock. Clutching my dick with one hand, she slowly lowered her lips
until they touched the tip, then took the head into her mouth. She
swirled her tongue around my cock, making me groan in pleasure.
	"That's it," I gasped. "That feels great."
	She swirled her tongue around the tip of my dick a few more times,
then started to swallow my cock, taking it a half-inch at a time, then
sliding off, then back down again. I gasped with each swallow, and
soon her head was bobbing up and down on my cock like a sacred harlot.
I tangled my hands in her hair, groaning in pleasure as she seemed to
improve by the second.
	"Mmm, I like this," she said.
	"Here," I said, lifting her lips from my cock for a moment. I reached
over to the tray, picked up the honey stick and drizzled some honey on
my cock (making sure none got in my pubic hair - I wasn't dealing with
that mess again). Pheraia giggled, pulled her hair back, and swallowed
my cock again, her tongue flicking over the knob, licking up the
honey. She swallowed, then sucked hard, making me groan. As the honey
disappeared, she started bobbing up and down again, sucking and
slurping with such vigor I could hear it.
	I let her work for several minutes, watching her as she pleasured me
with her hands and lips, then I slowly lifted her chin up until her
eyes met mine.
	"Come on," I said. "Your turn."
	"My turn?" she asked as her lips fell away from my cock. She stroked
it absently.
	I nodded and gently placed her next to me, put the tray on the ground
and took Pheraia by her shoulders. I pulled open her robe, revealing
her firm round breasts, her tight abdomen, her well-toned arms and her
strong thighs. I pushed her back on the cot, kissing her shoulders and
full breasts. She gasped and giggled as I showered her with kisses,
squealed when I ran my tongue down her belly, then fell silent as my
mouth moved even lower.
	"What - What are you doing?" she asked as I breathed on her pussy.
	"Returning the favor." I kissed the insides of her thighs, licking
gently toward her pussy as the girl moaned. Unable to hold back, I
licked her twat from bottom to top, then kissed it lasciviously,
burying my nose in her curly pubic hairs.
	"Oh! Oh, it feels...Ah!" Pheraia screamed as I started to nibble on
her clit. I licked, kissed, and sucked, making her squeal, then
grabbed her thighs and concentrated entirely on her clit as she
bucked.
	The unexpected stimulation caused her to come in seconds, hot juices
flowing from her pussy onto my face.
	"Oh gods! Yes! Yes!" she cried as she slowly came down from her
orgasm. "I've never felt anything like this."
	I said nothing, merely continued to lick her twat. I disentangled one
hand from around her thigh and pushed two fingers into her. I started
to push them in and out, licking Pheraia's clit. The added stimulation
of my fingers reduced the girl to hysterical sobs. She came again,
grinding her crotch into my face.
	"Oh please!" the warrior-girl cried out as I withdrew my fingers.
"Please don't stop."
	But I had no intention of stopping. I licked her again as she wrapped
her strong thighs around my head, her firm belly tensing rhythmically
with my licks. I maintained a steady, relentless pace that soon had
Pheraia dizzy and short of breath, gasping for more.
	"I'm finished!" a voice behind me cried. "It didn't take as long as
OH MY GOD!"
	Above me, Pheraia screamed and flung the sheet over her body. I
scrambled out from between her legs and turned around. Before me stood
Nemsi, a look of utter shock and confusion on her pretty face.
	She was dressed in her initiation robes, which were white and
sleeveless, with a broad red sash and a flaring gown. Her arms and
ankles were exposed, though those I saw were covered in what looked
like geometric proofs, painted in crisp black ink. Her face was
similarly adorned, though it had been made pale with make-up, and her
eyes had been highlighted by dark blue shadows.
	"I - I should go," Nemsi said, fumbling for the door latch.
	"No," I said, recovering my wits. "You don't need to leave."
	"What were you doing?" she asked fearfully.
	"Pleasuring her," I said. "As I pleasured you."
	"I shouldn't be here for that!"
	"It's alright," I said, reassuring her. I held out my hand, and after
a moment of fearful hesitation she stepped forward and took it.
	"It's alright if you're here," I said. "In fact, there's something
that your sister has wanted to tell you for a very long time now."
	I looked over at Pheraia, who sat huddled behind the sheets, a
fearful expression in her eyes.
	"What?!" she cried. "No! I couldn't!"
	"What?" Nemsi asked. She spared a glance at my half-erect cock, then
looked away, blushing.
	"I...I can't," Pheraia said weakly. "It's too..."
	"Do you want me to tell her?" I asked. Pheraia waited several long
seconds, then gave a brief, almost invisible nod, shuddering with fear
and trepidation.
	"What is it?" Nemsi asked.
	"Here," I said to the acolyte, sitting her down on the cot between
her sister and me. With one last glance at Pheraia, I spoke.
	"Your sister wants to watch you," I said, "as I make love to you."
	Nemsi's eyes went silent, and her mouth opened and closed, but she
said nothing. Pheraia pulled the covers tighter around her.
	"She loves you very much, Nemsi, and she wants to see you in my
arms."
	"Is...this true?" Nemsi asked her sister.
	Teary eyed and trembling, Pheraia nodded. "I - I love you, and I want
to watch as Taspion makes love to you. I want to see what happens when
he puts it in you...what you look like when you come...I...I just want
to watch."
	"Is that alright?" I asked Nemsi, touching her soft arm.
	"I...I don't know," she said. "It's so strange."
	In response, I kissed her cheek. She moaned gently, closing her eyes,
and I took that as my opportunity: I kissed her neck, then tilted her
head toward me and kissed her on the lips.
	"I want you," I said. I took her small hand and placed it around my
erect cock. Her small fingers wrapped around it automatically.
	"I want you too," she said, tentatively stroking my cock. I kissed
her again, pushing her down onto the bed, my tongue flicking into her
mouth. As we kissed, I reached down to her broad belt and untied it. I
unwrapped the ceremonial gown, until Nemsi lay naked and vulnerable
beneath me. Her entire body was decorated with painted glyphs and
figures, and I noticed that her nipples were hard atop her small
breasts.
	My kisses ran along Nemsi's breasts and belly, but she remained
nervous and still, her body shivering with anxiety.
	"Relax," I told the girl. "Don't be afraid." I moved lower, kissing
her belly and thighs, then slowly lowered my lips to her tight pussy.
	"Oh, oh gods!" she cried as my tongue pushed against her clit, then
she fell fearfully silent again. I took it as a challenge, and started
pleasuring her with all my skill. My tongue pushed in and out of her
pussy, forcing its way deep inside the girl until she let go her
inhibitions and squealed with pleasure, tangling her hands in my hair.
	"That's it," I said. "Let yourself go. Look at your sister."
	Nemsi eyed me nervously.
	"Go ahead," I said. "She loves you. Let her see you as you come."
	That seemed to excite her, and she locked eyes with her sister, who
was staring at the display in lustful fascination.
	I licked more vigorously, my tongue forcing its way into her pussy,
then running up and down her clit. She came with a colossal shudder,
every muscle of her small thin body tensing, her face turned so that
Pheraia could see her look of ecstasy.
	My cock was so hard it hurt. I stood up, pulled Nemsi toward me, and
shoved my cock deep into her in a single smooth motion. Nemsi screamed
at the sudden intrusion, her butt lifting off the bed as she struggled
to accommodate my dick. I grabbed her by the thighs and started to
fuck her with long slow thrusts. She stretched languidly, draping her
arms over her head, looking at her sister with an expression wide-eyed
but otherwise unreadable.
	Pheraia, for her part, looked half-mad with pent-up desire, perhaps
now realizing that watching sex was not nearly as fun as having sex.
The cover had fallen down over her thighs, revealing her round
breasts.
	"You can touch yourself," I said to Pheraia, "if you like."
	Relief fighting with embarrassment, she slid her hand down into the
covers and started to play with herself.
	"Take off the blanket," I said with a smile.
	A blush spreading across her face and the tops of her breasts as she
slowly removed the cover. She sat cross-legged, which exposed
everything to my hungry gaze. I pulled my cock halfway from Nemsi's
tight pussy as she and I both watched Pheraia slide her fingers
tentatively toward her crotch.
	As Pheraia placed her finger on her clit, I thrust into Nemsi and the
three of us gasped together. I started to stroke into Nemsi, then used
my thumb to stimulate her. She stretched luxuriously, then grew tense
again, gasping in pleasure. We moved together, Pheraia, Nemsi and I,
approaching orgasm, my thrusts coming faster as the two girls cried
out.
	Nemsi clenched in orgasm, her entire body going suddenly rigid, and
Pheraia came with a spurt of juices that ran down onto the blanket. I
held myself back only through force of will, replacing my hard deep
thrusts with a shallow, gentle motion that again caused Nemsi to
uncurl contentedly.
	"This is so nice," she said as I fucked her. Pheraia sighed in
agreement, her eyes never leaving the junction of my loins with her
sister's. Nemsi, in turn, watched Pheraia's fingers sliding in and out
of her twat.
	"Do you like watching her?" I asked Nemsi, punctuating my question
with a hard thrust. "She's so beautiful." I watched her painted
breasts bounce as I fucked her.
	"Pheraia," I said as the girl masturbated, "come here." Keeping her
fingers between her legs, she moved close to me and lay next to her
sister. As I fucked Nemsi, I carefully took Pheraia's questing fingers
with my own. First, I plunged her fingers deep into her own quivering
pussy, then gripping her wrists I withdrew her hand and very gently
moved her fingers toward Nemsi. The acolyte stared at the hand in
confusion, but did not move.
	As gently as I could, I ran Pheraia's fingers along Nemsi's lips. A
tiny dab of Pheraia's fluids remained on her upper lip, which she
tentatively licked.
	"What does it taste like?" I asked the girl, sliding my cock in and
out of her.
	"I don't know," Nemsi said dizzily. My cock moved in and out of her.
Pheraia nervously leaned closer to her sister, returning her fingers
to her crotch.
	"Go ahead," I said to the warrior-girl, gently pushing her toward the
acolyte.
	"W-what?" she asked fearfully.
	"Kiss her," I said. "You know you want to."
	Nemsi's blue eyes went wide in fear, but I thrust my cock hard and
deep into her. She gasped, her arms reflexively wrapping around
Pheraia's strong shoulders. Pheraia's face was inches from Nemsi's.
	I started to fuck Nemsi slowly, my thumb grinding against her clit.
She gasped, and that was all the impetus Pheraia needed.
	The two girls' lips came together, kissing clumsily but passionately.
They grew more vigorous as they kissed, Nemsi's hands tangling in
Pheraia's hair. I fucked harder, my thumb flying over Nemsi's pussy,
until she tensed and screamed into Pheraia's mouth, climaxing with a
gush of fluids.
	"Oh, oh gods!" Pheraia cried as Nemsi relaxed. "I love you so much,
sis! I'm so proud of you!" She kissed her again, and the two girls
wept as their tongues pressed together. After several seconds of
gentle, hungry caresses, Pheraia turned to me.
	"How do I make her feel good?" she asked. "The way you make her feel
good?"
	I smiled and turned Nemsi on her side (the girl acquiesced limply,
exhausted from her orgasms). I lifted Nemsi's skinny leg onto my
shoulder, and started fucking her again. As I fucked the girl, I waved
Pheraia over, and taking her by the shoulders, I slowly moved her head
toward Nemsi's twat.
	"Should I-?" Pheraia said nervously.
	"Go ahead," I said. "She tastes delicious."
	Slowly she started to lick her sister's pussy, causing her to sigh.
As I thrust in and out, Pheraia's tongue ran over my cock and along
Nemsi's clit. I continued to fuck Nemsi as Pheraia shifted so that her
thighs lay before her sister's face.
	With a glance toward me, Nemsi lowered her head between her sister's
legs, hesitated for a moment, and started to lick.
	"Ah!" Pheraia gasped. "What - Oh gods!" Pheraia shivered, then
returned to her licking as I thrust hard into Nemsi's tight twat. As I
fucked Nemsi's tight pussy, the two girls began to pleasure
one-another, crying out in ecstasy beneath me.
	We writhed together as our love-making went on, my cock sliding into
cunts and mouths, my tongue running along lips and pussies. I came
twice, splattering the girls with my semen, then simply lay back on
the cot and watched them pleasure one-another. Their love-making was
beautiful and seemed to go on forever, but finally the two girls lay
exhausted from their sex-play.
	We cuddled together on the bed. The girl's hands roamed gently over
my body, and we shared soft kisses.
	"This has been so beautiful," Nemsi said. She looked ridiculous, I
realized, her make-up smeared, the glyphs written on her body
half-dissolved by sweat and fluids. She turned to her sister. "I never
knew what you meant to me."
	"I love you," Pheraia told the young acolyte. They kissed again, and
I felt my cock growing hard.
	"Not done yet?" Pheraia said with a smirk.
	"One more time?" I asked. "I have to leave soon. My destiny lies
elsewhere."
	The girls both smiled and slid along my torso toward my half-erect
cock. They took it into their mouths, passing it back and forth as I
relaxed, watching the beautiful girls work. It was a relaxing blowjob,
and my orgasm built, then washed over me. Semen splattered over the
girl's faces, spurting in thick ropes over their lips and cheeks. As
my cock relaxed, the two girls kissed one-another, licking my fluids
from their face and the tops of their breasts.
	"Mm, that was so nice," I said to the girls. "Thank you."
	"Thank you," Nemsi said. "Thank you for teaching us how to express
our love for one-another."
	"It's getting toward mid-day," I said, slowly rising from the cot. "I
need to leave now if I'm going to reach the next inn before nightfall.
It was an honor meeting both of you," I said as I rose. "And
Nemsi...may you achieve your destiny."
	The girl smiled sweetly, and we exchanged pleasantries for the next
few minutes. By the time I started to dress, both of the girls had
fallen asleep, tangled in one-another's arms.
	I headed out after speaking one last time with the priests of Kurus,
who smiled confidently and discussed the future as they made repairs.
They were generous to me, offering one of their steel bows, as well as
a fine horse.
	As the sun reached its zenith, I left the Temple of Kurus, confident
that I had been witness to a turning point in the destiny of Ambrand.

END

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